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Jill woke up, confused by the sounds she was hearing. Searching through her foggy mind, she realized it was the sounds of waves crashing on a beach. This confused her further. While she lived in San Francisco, she was nowhere near the ocean. She felt a warm breeze, light and fragrant
She raised up, holding the covers to her chest, it had registered she was naked. She heard a small sigh, and realized she wasn't alone in the bed. Looking over, she saw a well muscled, broad back and tousled blond hair, so fine it looked platinum. She let out a small squeak, and the man turned.
Mike Hogue!
She felt a few seconds of pure terror.
He grinned at her.
"Morning, sunshine. Sleep well?"
She leaped off the bed, wrapping the sheet around her.
"What happened? Where are we? What have you done?"
He was naked also, and her eyes involuntarily went to his crotch. He was sporting his morning wood, and it was impressive.
"I guess Mrs. Madison wasn't kidding." flitted through her brain.
"Done? We haven't done anything, you went right to sleep when we arrived. Breakfast?"
He got up, his morning erection noticeable, even though she tried not to look.
"Come on Jilly, you need a shower."
He reached out for her and she shrank back against the wall. A frown creased his face.
"Come on, don't be difficult. I do not like difficult people."
"Help!" she screamed, trying to run. He easily caught her arm and held her up against the wall.
"Jilly, I'm trying to make this pleasant. If you insist, I can make it very unpleasant. Now when I release you, I want you to walk into the bathroom and shower. Hurry up, breakfast will be served soon."
He let her go and she tried to run. When he caught her she tried to scratch his face. His demeanor changed instantly. He picked her up and threw her on the bed, ripping the sheet off her. He jumped on top of her, his six foot six frame bearing down on her five foot five. He had her on her stomach, straddling her. She felt his erection nestling between her legs.
He grabbed her arms and pinned them on her back. Leaning down he whispered "I wish you hadn't been difficult. What you're about to get is just the tip of the iceberg if you persist."
The next thing she knew his large hand crashed down on her bare ass. He spanked her ten times while she squealed and screamed. Slow measured strokes, delivered while he talked.
"When I let you loose, you WILL go into the bathroom and shower. If you don't, we repeat the whole exercise, only it'll be twenty instead of then. Resist after that, and I'll use a ping pong paddle. Do you understand?"
He had let go of her hands and had grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. She snuffled and hiccuped for a few seconds. He tugged her hair forcing her head back even farther.
"Do you understand? Answer me girl!"
"Yes...I understand."
Mike patted her butt gently.
"Good. When we're done showering, I'll rub some lotion on, it'll make you feel better."
He got off the bed and held the bathroom door open. She lay there until she saw him frown, then jumped up hurriedly. The bathroom was huge. The shower could easily hold four people and not get crowded. It had six overhead sprays as well as six horizontal.
Mike had turned on two overheads, at opposite ends. He climbed in and looked back. She hesitantly got under the spray.
"That wasn't so bad, was it? I hope I got what you needed."
She checked the caddy. It was filled with the body washes, gels, shampoos and conditioners she liked. it looked a great deal like her caddy at home.
He ignored her, cleaning himself with his back to her. She showered with her back to the wall, watching his every move.
"Come over here, Jilly. Wash my back for me, please? I'll return the favor."
He soaped up his cloth and handed it to her, turning his back. She looked at the cloth for a moment before slowly rubbing it across his back, lightly. He sighed with contentment before turning around and soaping up her cloth. When he told her to turn she submitted slowly, almost trance like. He gently washed her from the top of her shoulders to the bottom of her back. He patted her bottom gently and handed her the cloth.
"There, all done. That wasn't so bad, was it? Your hairdryer is on the counter. When you're all put together meet us on the veranda. It's very nice out this morning."
He paused at the door, looking back.
"I'll lay what you will be wearing today on the bed. Make sure that is ALL you have on when you join us. Don't disappoint me, Jilly. I don't handle disappointment well."
She held the hairdryer in her hands. It was the same model she had at home, and all off the perfumes, makeup, and deodorants were her favorites.
She tried to understand what was going on. The last thing she remembered was saying good night to her assistant and walking to her car.
Jill stayed in the bathroom as long as she could. When she finally came out all she found on the bed was a tiny thong. She was dining with people dressed like this? No way!
She walked to the land side of what was apparently a house and opened the door, a vague thought of wrapping a sheet around her and running down the street looking for help. There was no street, no neighbors, just jungle crowding up to the edge of the well manicured lawn. Where the hell was she? Hearing a noise she turned quickly.
There was an Hispanic woman slightly smaller than her standing there. All she had on was a thong similar to hers.
"Come" she said, "breakfast is being served, and Mike is getting impatient. You can relax, no one will hurt you if you just listen to what he says."
She gently took her hand and led her back through the house to the veranda. She balked at the door but the woman tugged her hand, forcing her out.
There was a table covered with a large umbrella. Mike sat at the table, along with a tall blonde woman, also dressed in a thong. She knew who she was. Edie Montrose, his personal assistant. That would make the Hispanic woman Chantal, their secretary. She couldn't remember her last name.
Mike stood as she reached the table, pulling back a chair and seating her, then Chantal.
"Thank you for joining us. This is Edie and Chantal. They were nice enough to join us on this little vacation. Juice? It's just been squeezed."
